Spoo----ned!

Goodness and me have a rather complicated relationship.

I guess I am one of those destined to be a disaster in the strangest of styles whenever I intended to be good.

It started a vista of years ago when we had a lemon and spoon race at Nanette Nursery.

It was a 'great' race because I was leading the race without realising it until I heard the cheering crowd chant my name.

It was precisely at that moment that my self-proclaimed husband, Alan almost overtaking me dropped his lemon first, the spoon and then his self. I did have a temptation to ignore the fall but then when I saw his eyes and nose running the good in me got the better than the bad. I bent down to help him up, dropped my spoon, my lemon and my chances to win.

Across the years,  the organ inside my heady head has not improved much nor my negotiations with goodness.

I continue picking up others' classes , missing my own, I type out others' papers, undo my own, I write others' letters and file my memos.